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My stories

Captive

The clasp of winter turns you cold, now tucks you under sheets of ice. The King of Freeze, glassy and old, now holds you captive to his vice. He ripped the colours you once wore, the pink of heaven, applegold.

Whisper your words in my lap

Whisper your words in my lap those sweet syllables that melt under your breath and pour onto my soft skin in a warm and sticky treacle. I clamp your body between my thighs, bend over you and let my breasts pour into
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Life is swell

When she was small and weak and white, he was like her shining knight. Hymns and prayers were sung nightly and God was still seen as Almighty: life was well Now she is big and strong and tanned.

Death of a Doll

He carries the china doll into the bottom of the garden, his way rightly-guided, digs out a shallow grave as it has been decided. He swaddles her in emotions makes her blue eyes open,

There is a cloud

In the slant of my room I feel the gloom of sleeping alone. It has not been so twenty five years ago when he rasped at my neck, nudged my knee, moaned: "shall we?" then showed me

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